The Distant Metropolis

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The mist does not lift here; it thickens, a grey wool spun from the breath of the earth itself. You stand in the center of the village square, the cobblestones slick under your boots, feeling the dampness seep up through the soles into your bones. It is a cold that has no season, a chill that lives in the marrow, independent of the time of day or the phase of the moon. You are the elder of this...

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